William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. " "Devil take the key!" ejaculated Wood. " "I'll tell you really why I keep her in peeled paint. I have said good-bye to it all. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. She had been so young then. Even if she has to work two jobs to do it.
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